The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-07-05

dear, you shall see. We can rent q
small house, and even though the walls
and the floors may be bare, vine can
grow at the door,"
Eyes, in the summer, he replied,
''but when winter comes will not the
vine die?"
"No," she said, ga thousand times
no. The summer of love knows not
the coming of winter; and the warm
zone of devoted hearts will always keep
the vine alive"
Laura, you are an angel, and I can
not help but feel that what you say is
true"
"Ah, but you must not struggle
against such fond conviction"
''Its very fondness is its adverse
argument" he responded. Your
uncle has declared that if you become
the wife of a daubing beggar you shall
never enter his house again"
"But,'' she laughingly replied, sit
seems that these words have been
spoken so often before. There, now,
didn't say that to make you muse. It
shall make no difference to me even if
I don't go into the house again. Let
him leave his money to some one else.
/ don't want it.
"Will you not think of it when you
look at the bare wallsP''
"No, for then can turn to the vine.
Now, don't muse again. Let me tell
you, once for all, Anzeli, that have
faith in your coming success. OF
course, this does not influence my love,
but / can not help but believe, can not
help but know. that one of these days
great men will come and buy your pic
lures. Let us be happy now. Let not
worrying thought, always so full of
mischief, weave shadows for our flu
ture."
Laura, you are, In every way, SUI
perior to me-"
"How you do beckon to the shadows,
Anzeli."
"You are more philosophical than 1
am, beautiful girl"
"Will the shadows not come after
such pleading P" she mischievously
asked.
NO." he said. smiling. "You have
driven them away"
CHAPTER III.
A beautiful woman stood in the door
of small house in an unattractive part
of the city. 1t was summer and the
tendrils of a vine waved above her
head. There was no carpet in the
room, but the walls were adorned with
paintings without frames. Aman came
and kissed the woman.
''Anzeli, you look tired"
81 am tired, sick and tired"
"Has any thing gone wrongP"
"Eyery thing"
"WhatP"
"Oh, Anderson has refused to take
the landscape which he pretended to
admire so much and which ne said he
would pay me for to-day"
what explanation did he make?"
''He said that he didn't want pic
ture that had been ridiculed by the
newspapers. was so anxious for him
to take it. Just think, we could have
bought carpet for this room"
''And could have gotten some better
chairs than these" she sadly replied.
Eyes, but never mind, love. The
picture am working on now will COM
mand attention; just know it will.
Several cows are standing in brook
and you can almost fancy that You see
the minnows playing about their hoofs.
Just bear with me little longer"
She sat down and, with that motion
so indescribable but so expressive of
thoroughly disconsolate state of mind.
crossed her hands.
81 feel that am improving all the
time" he continued. Each day / get
nearer and nearer to q wonderful Wis
ion which / shall one day see clearly.
Sometimes I feel that it is about to break
upon my sight but then mist arises
and shuts it entirely out. One of these
days the mist will not arise, and then,
when people come to look at picture
they will say: This is a glimpse Of
paradise Don't be disheartened,
Laura, but bear with me a little
longer"
She sprang to her feet and threw her
arms around his neck. Heaven fingers
with me while wait with you," she
said. You are so good and so gentle
that l reproach myself when"
'When you do what, deara"
when l look about the room and
wish that it were furnished better.
Some people are so cruel"
HAS anyone been cruel to your Has
anyone written you another anony-
nous letter, telling you how much bet
ter you might have doneP" P"
eyes, but I tore it to pieces"
"After reading it?" he asked.
sa1h vaSs T aould not halp roadipn